The advent of almost universal access to the internet has changed our world in ways most of us probably could not have imagined. One of these is that we can now form real bonds with people on the other side of the world – people we have never met and in most cases will never meet. This is how I came to know Dennis Lewis, better known to his internet friends as wclew or The Little Bogger from his posts on webmaster forums.
Dennis P. Lewis, age 34, of Elliott, Iowa passed away Tuesday, April 4, 2006 at the Nebraska Methodist Hospital in Omaha, Nebraska. Dennis Patrick Lewis was born March 11, 1972 in Red Oak, Iowa the son of Pat and Deana (Brownsberger) Lewis. Dennis was raised in Elliott graduating from the Griswold Community High School in 1990. While in high school Dennis was involved in the chorus, National Honor Society as a junior and was president as a senior, participated in the academic decathlon, and was quite an artist. He attended Iowa Western Community College for 2 years and then the Bellevue University where he graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree in mathematics. Dennis loved to surf the web, design web pages, play poker, fish, wine tasting, visit with friends and family, and the Green Bay Packers. His motto was “LIVE LARGE”!
Due to his chronic health issues, Dennis was confined to a wheelchair. This may have restricted his mobility but it certainly didn’t restrict his enthusiasm for life, his humor, or his love for his country, his family, his friends, and humanity. He frequently sent little jokes, affirmations, words of wisdom or hope, etc., to an email list he had constructed which he titled “To Someone Who Is Important To Me” – periodically, one or two or three of those would appear in my Inbox and I always knew it would be something to brighten my day. I never met Dennis in person and that’s something I regret. He was a remarkable young man with a big heart and an attitude the rest of us should try to emulate. I will miss him. Dennis wrote this poem prior to his death:
“I am a Warrior”
If you look closely,
you’ll see the tiger in my eye.
But, if you also listen,
you’ll hear my roaring spirit sigh.
For, though my mind and will are strong,
my body lacks might.
Alas, I am a warrior,
Who cannot fight.
I can feel it in my soul,
my battle will come.
Not on this Earth,
but beyond the Sun.
For when God calls my name,
and my spirit is set free,
Devil be warned,
An archangel, I will surely be.
Good Night, Little Bogger. Rest easy. You made an impact on this world greater than you knew. I will remember you.